Flee the Scene of the Facial

“Run for it! You're faster than this guy!”

Target > 35, 1d100 roll+12=50, successful suggestion (+1 corruption).

Target > 10, 1d100 roll=97, escapes.

Hannah Davis Corruption Points: 13

The fat, out-of-breath cop glowers down at Hannah. She feints to the right and then slips past him to the left, running like all hell. She used to do gymnastics and parkour in college, and she jogs regularly. The red-faced cop has no chance of catching up. She quickly loses him behind her as she bounds up the station stairs four at a time, vaults over turnstiles — flashing her bare pussy at the crowd — and runs down the street.

There’s cum still on her face, but that’s a good thing. The cum is a mask. She can wash it off and become unrecognizable. She turns a corner, and then another. On one side of the street is mall with some fashion boutiques, and on the other is her office. She needs to wash off more than she needs a change of clothes, but it might be a good idea to slip out at lunch and buy something fresh. She puts her cardigan back on for now.

Hannah then goes in through the building’s revolving doors and heads to the elevators. She taps her work badge and hits the button for her company’s floor. The door starts to close but then opens again. A tall man in a suit and a woman in a pair of smart slacks and a white blouse come in. They each hit a button for floor higher than hers.

Comment a suggestion from the voice for Hannah.